A DREAM.
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They were strangers to me,
And no words could I say,
But I thought all at once of my flowers—
How often they'd driven
My sorrow away,
And brightened my loneliest hours.
And no words could I say,
But I thought all at once of my flowers—
How often they'd driven
My sorrow away,
And brightened my loneliest hours.
So I gathered the loveliest
Blossoms I had
To send on their mission of love,
And wondered if she
Could look down—and be glad—
From her beautiful mansion above.
Blossoms I had
To send on their mission of love,
And wondered if she
Could look down—and be glad—
From her beautiful mansion above.
My flowers spoke for me,
And touched a heart-chord
That thrilled in responsiveness true;
And echoed the joy
That became my reward
That the "mission of flowers" I knew.
And touched a heart-chord
That thrilled in responsiveness true;
And echoed the joy
That became my reward
That the "mission of flowers" I knew.
A Dream.
How strange! it seems but yesterday
I clasped thee to my ardent heart!
And now, a thousand leagues away
Beyond the swelling seas thou art.
I clasped thee to my ardent heart!
And now, a thousand leagues away
Beyond the swelling seas thou art.
